Dash Lyrics

Bitch I did the dash I did that math and now I got a check

Smoking on this gas, it smell like crap, you feel it in your chest

Talking shit I slap him where he stand bitch I ain't like the rest

Homie got locked up for licks again then got on house arrest

Talking big like you gon' rob me shit, well you can be my guest

Caught him lacking, turned him to a bird he ran back to his nest

Homie fucked your bitch and sent you it

Now your bitch ass stressed

Ducking from me so much that you leave, we moved you out the west

Out of the west

Fucking that bitch then I tell her get dressed

She slurping the D put the nut in her neck

Thirty round dick it's gon' bust out the tech

You better duck or you bringing your vest cause' when this shit bussing it's eating yo Chest

All of my life I've been tryna invest I do this rap shit and I make it a test

Don't get on me cause' your bitch want to fuck

Roll up seven grams Lil Djayy got tucks

Giving her dick while you giving her love

I'm breaking her spine and she breaking yo trust

I caught that boy crying and he need a hug

Don't worry bout hoes and just get to the bucks

Hit up the mall we go brazy and stunt

They calling me fly well I cannot front

Walk in the house they call me no good

Maxing me out man I'm wishing he would

Call up Baby I, We roll up a wood

Threaten my life and I end you for good

You gon' flex your jewelry when you know it's faker than yo cart

Nigga I will die before I let them put fear in my heart

Bitch I did the dash I did that math and now I got a check

Smoking on this gas, it smell like crap, you feel it in your chest

Talking shit I slap him where he stand bitch I ain't like the rest

Homie got locked up for licks again then got on house arrest

Talking big like you gon' rob me shit, well you can be my guest

Caught him lacking, turned him to a bird he ran back to his nest

Homie fucked your bitch and sent you it

Now your bitch ass stressed

Ducking from me so much that you leave, we moved you out the west

Went back to the old me, I'm catching a body like I'm playing goalie

No love for the phonies, I get off from 12 like the Ballad of Tony

I call up the brodies, we pulling up like we a pack of coyotes

He feeling it slowly, the white homie tripping I call him Mick Foley

If you slide we attack, I knock down your mans and I go for a sack

Got drip that's facts, the price of your rent is what is on my back

Lil baby a snack, you acting real tough in front of her and it's whack

Oh you got the strap

Better end me right here because I'll double back

Bitch I did the dash I did that math and now I got a check

Smoking on this gas, it smell like crap, you feel it in your chest

Talking shit I slap him where he stand bitch I ain't like the rest

Homie got locked up for licks again then got on house arrest